Sgt. Arthur Much, RFC18, February 5th 1916.

Jolly happy to be out of that beastly BE2C. Not a bad old kite to fly, but it seems like a flame to a moth, so to speak, attracting those beastly single-wingers that the Bosch keeps flitting about in up there.

Well, I'm in new digs now with a jolly fine new craft. This DH2 thingy has a wonderful forward view, and I have my own gun, too! I'd better learn how to shoot the bally thing I suppose. I'll potter around locally for a bit while I get used to her, then off to the front to extract a spot of revenge on those little brown buzzing mosquitoes!


..."I took the Stutter Challenge....AND WON!!!"

...”My PC’s been banned... for taking PEDs!!!”

...”The stutters only happen on Wednesdays when it’s cloudy. The rest of the time we’ll be just fine!!!”